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But I only let myself daydream for a moment before I exhaled the thought away.
I’d literally let the guy fuck my ass last night.Thatwas the kind of sexual power he had.
I would be a fool to think he’d ever spend it only on me.
After what felt like forever, Vince turned to look at me, hanging his hands on his hips. He watched me for a long time, his eyes flicking between mine under furrowed brows.
“If that’s what you want,” he finally said.
My heart cracked.
I didn’t know what I expected. I was in control of the situation, just like I’d wanted to be. I was setting the ground rules, the terms.
But he didn’t even fight me on it, and I felt so silly for thinking that he might.
“It is,” I lied.
He nodded. “I can be your dirty little secret, Maven.”
I thought I saw a bit of sadness with those words, but a wicked smile spread on his face before I could fully catalogit. And there he was, right back to playful Vince, knowing he could have his fun with me and was completely off the hook for anything past that.
It was what every guy wanted, especially a world-renowned professional athlete like him.
The theme park without the roller coaster.
I tried to channel my best friend’s words, her idea that this could be fun. I wanted Vince, even if this was the only way I could have him. Because I knew if we didn’t draw lines in the sand now, I’d read too much into every look, every touch, every sweet word he whispered against my skin.
Vince Tanev was far too easy to fall in love with.
And I knew I wouldn’t survive it if I did.
Now, I had him wrangled back into a box. It wasn’t the same one I’d shoved him into after that first night we met, but it was a box nonetheless, one with solid walls and a lid I could shut and tape up when the time came.
But my heart squeezed painfully in my chest, because even being in control, I had a feeling I was already too far gone to come out of this unscathed.
“Now,” he said, climbing back into bed with me. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and looked at the screen before tossing it back face-down. “I have forty-five minutes before I have to be at practice.”
He kissed me, long and slow, his lips massaging mine as he settled between my legs. My core fired up at the feeling of him pressed against me, at his tongue dancing with mine.
“How about you sit this pretty pussy on my face,” he mused, reaching down to slip a hand between my legs. “And show off that lack of gag reflex you teased me with last night.”
“Is this your proposal to sixty-nine, Vince Tanev?”
He slid a fingertip inside me, and I bit my lip, rolling into the touch.
“Oh wait,” he said, withdrawing. “I forgot. You’re too sore. Maybe we should—”
Before he could finish that sentence, I kissed him silent, rolling until I was on top of him and crawling up to straddle that sexy scruff around his smile.
CHAPTER 30
WITCHCRAFT
Maven
Fall slipped away like a summer vacation after that.
In so many ways, nothing had changed. Vince still had practices and games and travel. I was still there with him every step of the way. We still volleyed back and forth with each other around the team, nothing out of the ordinary, him trying his best to push my buttons only for me to turn around and do the same to him. I grew closer with the other players and the coach. I spent what spare time I could wiggle into my schedule catching up with Livia over cocktails or a greasy pizza at her place.
